They never helped. Generally, they just depressed me and gave me a headache. I dropped some cash on the bar and moved toward the door. It was too damn...sunny outside. I had to blink for a few seconds before I could see. There was an older guy walking in who grinned at me. I guess he thought I was drunk. I shrugged to myself and watched him go in. He was far more typical of the patrons of this bar than I was. I dragged the average age of the place down quite a bit when I was there, but I liked. Tim's mother went straight to the dresses for little girls and began sorting through them. Tim just stood there petrified with fear. When his mother would hold a dress up to him to check for fit, all he could do was stand there, his face burning with embarrassment. Tim's mother finally decided on a cute, pink, pinafore dress. "You know, dear," she said, "you will really need a slip with this dress and while we are at it, we will get you some socks and panties so I can see the full effect." Tim. Every so often I would press and hold my cock deep inside her and slowly grind my hips into her mound, brushing her tiny pink clitoris in just the right way. It drives her absolutely wild and the sensation to me knowing what I'm doing to her is indescribable. I must say here and now for all the world to know, loving Kate the way I do and wanting her to have the best of everything, I will never ever do anything that I feel might hurt her the tiniest bit or even give her the slightest bruise. I. Then I start to feel a shower as it hits my face and over my head, I feel it cleaning me, but then I smell someone, I smell piss, `Your pissing on me you fucker`. I try to move my head away, but you say to me ` sit still you, I’m cleaning you` You carry on spraying me over my face then down onto my breasts then back to my face. I open my mouth a bit to breath, but you must have seen me do that, because you direct your cock spray at my mouth, I close it but you still direct it at me. I can’t.